November 4, 2025

COACHES WHO COULD ACTUALLY BE PRESIDENT.

The order of succession for the Presidency is simple. First, the Vice President takes the reins; then, should something happen to them, the Speaker of the House takes over, followed by the President of the Senate pro tempore, then the Cryptkeeper, then the Knights Templar draw numbers…

If you go down far enough, it is a constitutional fact that the 78th person in line for the presidency is the reigning coach of the BCS Champions. Trust us. you don’t need to look this up. It is true, not only because it is on the internet, but because we want it to be true.

This would be Les Miles at the moment, who if you like free-wheeling leaders unafraid of faking invasions of Iran and turning east towards Pakistan for a decisive, game-changing score. Unfortunately, we think Miles would make a poor President: he says interesting things, has a tendency to make rash decisions, and is probably too honest for his own good. Also, because he wears a huge, luminescently white hat, he offers up too large a target for potential assassins.

In the interest of national security, we offer up the following four coaches who could actually be president.

Jim Tressel.

Ohio has a history of producing people who just look Presidential, like Warren G. Harding, an incurious and vain man who made the presidency simply because he looked the part. (more…)

RICKERSON, OUT.

Meyer says he’s off the team. Next: the curious case of Ronnie Wilson.

MARK DANTONIO JUST CLIMBED FROM HIS COCOON INTO IDIOT STATUS

There’s a finite amount of things to care about in this world. For instance, we gave up on our hair a long time ago; not only are we losing it, but it has never taken any defined shape whatsoever, and even at its most glorious it never really rose above “slickened by the oily floor of a bus station nap-spot” sheen of a homeless guy. Even when its clean and well-groomed, it’s not.

It’s good that we weren’t blessed with an ounce of athletic talent, since in theory we could have gone to Michigan State, where Mark Dantonio requires his players to wear the least necessary and most phallic of fashion accessories, the necktie. Nothing substantial there, really: it’s his business whether he wants to be an iron-rectum’d control freak or not, even if it does seem a little mock-Pattonish for our tastes.

Our greatest Americans, though, have always worn ties:


J Leman just wants to keep you safe, America.

When it really crosses the rubicon into the Kingdom of plug-assed stupid is hyah:

Why did left guard Mike Bacon start Saturday over Joel Foreman against Wisconsin?

“Well, do you really want to know or do you want me to give you some fabricated, made-up story?” Dantonio asked. “(Foreman) didn’t have a tie on, OK? He didn’t have a tie on.”

Ties are required accessories for every player on Saturdays to complement suits worn during the team’s traditional pregame walk from its on-campus hotel to Spartan Stadium.

“That speaks to the discipline of the program,” Dantonio said. “He didn’t have a tie on so he didn’t start. That hurts our football team, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”

Okay, the only official fucking idiot in the history of this blog was and is Dennis Franchione…but you’re on the watch list, Mark Dantonio, starting now. When you bench Javon Ringer for eating his peas with a spoon next week, you will blossom into full moronhood.

AN ASIDE: THE SUBLIME FROM THE RIDICULOUS

Since all we’re really doing today is staying on top of things and posting FUCK YEAH AMERICA videos: let us repeat that one of the most uniquely American moments of our cultural memory is watching a bunch of middle-aged Irish men sponsored by ETrade (proudly hawking themselves in the red, white, and blue) appear at the High Mass of American capitalism, the Super Bowl, and despite all odds, make something genuinely affecting. Fake as tits from the start, manufactured, choreographed to an extreme, and still magnificently real.

THAT’S ONE WAY TO CELEBRATE A BIG VICTORY

That actively on-fire db riding Dicky Lyons, Jr. into the endzone is Jacques Rickerson, a potentially talented but mistake-prone footballer who first lost a potential starting job this offseason, and now has likely lost his scholarship and barring a dismissal of charges his freedom after an arrest on the very explicit charge of “domestic battery by strangulation.”

An arrest report stated Rickerson was at the woman’s home and became upset when he was told to leave. Police said he hit the woman on the side of her face and choked her around the throat. When she screamed for help, he pushed her neck further into the mattress of the bed and used a pillow to cover her face.

It would be nice to equivocate here, really, but you hit girls and you go for good. Oh, and hey: Ronnie Wilson was arrested for assault, too! Urban Meyer, we dare you to prove us wrong and kick both off the team, if only to prove you’re capable of doing even the bare minimum of common sense in terms of punishing player behavior.

(He won’t. But that’s the dare.)

CURIOUS INDEX, 11/4/2025

Good morning, America. Ray Charles would have voted today. He would have been high and cranked on gin, but they don’t administer a sobriety test at the polls, and thank God for that. EDSBS Live tends to carry over into the next day, if you know what we mean.

Go vote. Now, foobaw.

Tradition….TRADITION! The Papa’s press conference was hard, hard stuff to watch. We get the feeling Phil Fulmer cried once when kicked in the balls in fourth grade, and then ceased leaking water from the eyes altogether until yesterday at 5:00 p.m., where he struggled to get through three sentences at a time in a painful and yet defiant defense of his record.

What you don’t see: Ramon Foster and Eric Berry making comments like this about the University’s firing of Fulmer.(And ignore the semantics: this was a firing.)

“That right there wasn’t very standup by Tennessee,” said Foster. “That’s not a way for him to go out. He should be able to go out on his own terms.”

Right after that, Fulmer left with many of his players, skipping the comments of Athletic Mike Hamilton. They would agree with Hooper’s summary of the situation, wethinks. Do not neglect the numbers: the diminishing returns are quantifiable and undeniable, a clear path paved by both internal and external stubbornness.

Still, it is somewhat sad to see the last company man fall in what is now a thoroughly mercenary league…even if it is a man who, to outsiders at least, was a lumpen gossip queen devoid of charisma whose football team played a leaden form of the game long after it stopped working. He was their lumpen gossip queen, and for the lack of frills won a shitload of no-nonsense games.

Get money, fattie. That’s what Spurrier was thinking, even if he didn’t come out and say it in so many words.

“I don’t know whether to feel sorry for coach or congratulate him for the biggest buyout in the history of college football. He got the best deal ever, I think.”

For the record, he’s at “his last job,” and is not interested in Tennessee. Being a cranky guy who pretty much says whatever he thinks, he likely means it.

Manicure, needed. We swear we’re still on the hetero bandwagon, even if that’s Tuscan Orange Grapefruit Low-Carb beer in our hand. They were out of Modelo Especial, dammit! What were we going to drink, water? FISH FUCK IN THAT SHIT.

Illinois’ awesome season continues. The proper celebration for beating Iowa? Miss Manners says breaking your teammate’s jaw.

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